Thomas Weelkes - Aye me, my wonted joys - текст песни (слова)

Aye me, my wonted joys forsake me
 and deep despair doth overtake me;
 I whilom sung, but now I weep;
 thus sorrows run when joy doth creep
 I wish to live, and yet I die,
 for love hath wrought my misery.